Capítulo 2118: Chapter 659: The Unveiling of an Age-Old Mystery (Part 3)
Such calculations made Old Liu hesitate a bit.
The voodoo troll kingdom created by Rexa in the Hundred Thousand Mountains has almost ten thousand years of history, and surely the number of Beastlords would not be small. dusa has been in the Bonaparte Continent for several thousand years, and in a peaceful environnt, the total population has grown to over three million, almost more than half of the Bimon’s total population. The hereditary chieftain of the Sea Clan has always been as prolific in producing priests as Fawkes, so their number of priests must also be quite alarming!
So many priests all under my command! It would be strange if Old Liu wasn’t tempted.
But why should the new war song created by Beamon be given for them to learn? Old Liu used to look down on those who concealed their treasures like House Tigers, but when it ca to deciding whether to pass down the ultimate secrets or keep them to oneself, his first reaction was still as reluctant as a hen guarding her eggs.
The envoys from both countries eagerly watched Old Liu, continuously showering him with smiles and praises, fearing that this famously violent and unruly hothead would change his mind.
Everyone knows that after the Red-robed High Priest died in battle and the Bode Alliance was established, the one who could fully represent the voices of the Bimon priests was this Piegel Shaman. If he made a decision, even the king of Bimon wouldn’t interfere, nor would he care, as the secular has no right to dictate the divine.
“Report your number of priests and Beastlords to .” Liu Shocking bit his teeth for a long ti and finally spoke.
“Apart from a necessary number retained for dostic defense, our dusa Alliance can provide six hundred and twenty priests, including forty-four Scepter-level, three Great Diviner-level, and two Chief Priest-level!” The dusa envoy Terry quickly responded, cleverly changing his country’s na to a Grand Alliance to avoid triggering the patriotic nerve in the mind of this Shaman of Divine Songs.
“No wonder people say dusa is a tribe prolific in priests, your number is impressive!” Liu Shocking chuckled, “But I’m a bit puzzled, haven’t you set up a Main Temple? Haven’t you retained the position of Red-robed High Priest? It’s thoughtful of you, expressing respect for your native country in this way. In fact, we never stopped looking for your whereabouts, we haven’t forgotten, dusa are also Beamon brethren.”
Lord Terry’s face turned the color of a ripe cherry, and many dusa warriors couldn’t help but shed tears upon hearing these words.
This visit to the Bimon Kingdom, envoy Terry was specially chosen by the dusa king for his extrely thick skin, knowing the delegation might face difficulties and challenges from the entire Bimon Kingdom.
However, in the Bonaparte Continent, there are also countless brave and aggressive warriors and priests among the dusa who couldn’t bear the sha, each clamoring to return to their holand to have a life-and-death fight with the Sea Clan invaders to wash away the disgrace of their ancestors fleeing without a fight in the previous sea-land war.
But politics is politics, the great people will not care about public opinion. Lord Terry belongs to the political ostrich faction, believing the dusas on the Bonaparte Continent were living quite well and thus there was no need to stir the waters of the Bimon Kingdom again.
However, when he actually arrived in the Bimon Kingdom, seeing those like the Musk Ox and House tribes returning ho amidst massive propaganda while dusa beca a negative example scorned and ridiculed by countless Bimons, the entire dusa delegation felt tortured and inferior.
The words of the Shaman of Divine Songs were like a red-hot knife viciously slicing through the vulnerable pride hidden beneath the thick skin of the dusa.
Liu Shocking coldly smiled, fully aware of the current dostic situation in dusa. Old Duke Bruckner had incited a batch of Snake-n, intending to persuade the Bimon Kingdom to adopt a conference system, while so dusas advocated returning ho. Of course, most dusas, like this envoy, tend to settle quietly in a corner.
A Bimon without backbone isn’t a Bimon anymore. Nowadays, what can truly be called dusa are those outcasts, the Painted-Snake dusas in the Sunset Swamp.
“Your Eminence Richard, we Dubiners…” The voodoo troll envoy’s lantern-like eyes turned around, finding it a bit absurd that the sa Bimon would also end up in such a state: “We Dubiners can provide two thousand four hundred and seventeen Beastlords, but the classification system of Beastlords and priests are sowhat different. Roughly, I can estimate that, equivalent to Scepter-level priests, we have… thirty-six… no… thirty-seven, and one Chief Priest-level Beastlord!”
With a hearty laugh, the big fellow with an honest face scratched his head: “Your Eminence Richard, please don’t bla us, we Dubiners still need to study Rainbow Magic, and it’s not simple to gather this many Beastlords.”
“How many people are there in the Dubin Kingdom?” Liu Shocking almost doubted his own ears.
Kaka is a citizen of the Dubin Kingdom, and although so sensitive national information couldn’t be revealed to Old Liu, the second-in-command had ntioned Dubin Kingdom is far from being a populous country like Saint Francisco.
“Roughly similar to Bimon. We used to fight alongside four barbarian kingdoms in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and these years have finally settled border troubles, the population has begun to grow significantly.” The Dubin envoy looked at Old Liu with curiosity: “Your Eminence, are you doubting lying…”
“You have people practicing Rainbow Magic while others practicing war songs, with just over five or six million people, how could you give birth to more than two thousand priests?” Liu Shocking was rather unconvinced, what on earth are ogres that they could produce so many elental practitioners: “We Beamon specialize in war songs, and haven’t even produced this many priests!”
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